The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The rain fell in long, grey sheets. It washed the mud from the road. It slicked the stones. It made the world smell of wet iron and decay. Thomas Ashworth walked. His boots were heavy. They were soaked through. He did not feel the cold. He did not feel the pain in his ribs. He only felt the weight of the badge on his chest. It was cold steel. It was heavy. It pulled at his neck. He walked...

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